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SCENE II. The Bull and Gate Inn.
Enter Sır HARRY BEAGLE.
, I am a man of few words-What signifies haggling? It looks just like a dealer.What d'ye think of me for a husband? I am a tight young fellow-sound wind and limb--free from all natural blemishes --Rum all over, damme.
Har. Sir, I don't understand you. Speak English, and I'll give you an answer.
Sir H. English! Why so I do and good plain English too. What d'ye think of me for å husband?
-That's English--e'nt it? I know none of your French lingo, none of your parlyvoos, not I-What d'ye think of me for a husband? The squire says you shall marry me.
Hur. What shall I say to him? I had best be civil. [Aside] -I think, sir, you deserve a much better wife, and beg
Sir H. Belter! No, no,—though you're so knowing, I'm not to be taken in so. -You're a fine thing.com Your points are all good.
Har. Sir Harry! Sincerity is above all ceremony. Excuse me, if I declare I never will be
wife. Sir H. Hey! how! what! be off!Why, it's a match, miss! It's done and done on both sides.
Har. For heaven's sake, sir, withdraw yoar claim to me..I never can be prevailed onindeed I can't
Sir H. What, make a match and then draw stakes!
That's doing of pothing-Play or pay all, the world
Har. I am determined not to marry you, at all events.
Sir H. But your father's determined you shall, miss So the odds are on my side. I am not quite sure of my horse, but I have the rider hollow.
Här. Your horse! sirmad'ye take me for-but I forgive you.. beseech you, come into my proposal. It will be better for us both in the end.
Sir H. I can't be off.
Har. I beseech you. [Sir Harry whistles] How!
(Singing Har. Marry you! I had rather be inarried to a slave, a wretch -You!
[Walks about. Sir H. A fine going thing. She has a deal of foot -treads well upon her pasterns
-goes above her grounds
Har. Peace, wretch !Do you talk to me as if I were your horse?
Sir H. Horse! Why not speak of my horse? If your fine ladies, kad balf as many good qualities, they would be much better bargains.
Har. And if their wretches of husbands liked them half so well as they do their horses, they would lead better lives.
Sir H. Maykap so. -But what signifies talking to you?---Thé squire shall know your tricks- He'll
go and talk to him,
Sir H. He's break you in-- If you won't go in a spatiile, you must be put in a curbem He'll break you, damme.
[Erit. Har. A wretch!- But I was to blame to suffer his
brutal behaviour to rulle my temper--- I could expect nothing else from him, and he is below my anger.
Hur. My dear sir-
..you'll pat me in a passion Will you have bim?- -Answer me that-Why don't the girl speak?“Will you have him?
Har. Dearest sir, there is nothing in the world else
Rus. Why there!--there! -Lookye there! Zounds, you shall have him---Hussy, you shall have him- -You shall marry him to-nighim...Did not you promise to receive him civilly?--How came you to affront him?
Har. Sir, I did receive him very civilly; but his behaviour was so insolent and insupportable,
Rus. Insolent !-Zounds, I'll blow his brains out.
-Insolent to my dear Harriot! A rogue, a villain? a scoundrel! I'll—but it's a lie I know it's a lie He durst not behave insolent--Will you have lim? Answer me that. Will you have him?---Zounds, you shall have him.
Har. If you have any love for me, sir--
Rus. Love for you! You know I love you-You know your poor fond father dotes on you to maduess,
-I would not force you, if I did not love you Don't I want you to be bappy?- But I know what you would have. You want young Oakly, a rakebelly, drunken
Har. Release me from sir Harry, and if I ever marry against your consent, renounce me for ever.
Rus. I will renounce you, unless you'll have sir Harry.
Har. Consider, my dear sir, you'll make me miserable. -Absolve me from this hard command, and in every thing else it will be happiness to obey you.
Rus. You'll break my heart, Harriot, you'll break my heartMake you miserable!-Don't I want to inake you happy? Is not he the richest man in the county?- That will make you happy.--Don't all the pale-faced girls in the oondlry long to get him?-And yet you are so perverse, and wayward, and stabborn --Zounds, you shall have him. Har. For heaven's sake, sir
Rus. Hold your tongue, Harriot-I'll hear none of your nonsense.
You shall have him, I tell you, you shall have him-He shall marry you this very night
--I'll go for a licence and a parson immediately.
[Exit. Har. Sir!Hear me!--but one word !--He will not hear me, and is gone to prepare for this odious marriage. I will die before I consent to it.
Enter CHARLES, a Frock, fc.
Screaming Charles. Peace, my love!My dear life, make no noise I have been hovering about the house this hour
-I just now saw your father and sir Harry go out, and have seized this precious opportunity to throw inyself at your feet.
Har. You bave given yourself, sir, a great deal of needless trouble. I did not expect or hope for the favour of such a visit.
Charles. O, my Harriot, apbraid me, reproach me, do any thing but look and talk with that'air of coldness and indifference. Let me, while their absence allows it, convey you from the brutal violence of a constrained marriage.
Har. No, I will wait the event, be it what it may ;Oh, Charles, I am too much inclined they shan't force me to marry sir Harry--but your bebaviour
Not half an hour ago, my father reproached me with the looseness of your character. (Weeping.
Charles. I see my fölly, and am ashamed of it;--you have reclaimed me, Harriot, on my soul you bave. If all women were as attentive as yourself to the morals of their lovers, a libertine would be an unconimon cba. racter But let me persuade you to leave this place while you may, Major Oakly will receive ns at bis house with pleasure. I am shocked at the thoughts of what your stay here may reserve you to.
Har. No, I am determined to reinain. To leave my father again, to go off openly with a man, of whose libertine character le bas bimself so lately been a witness, would justify his anger, and impeach my reputation,
As sure as I am here, there's a pressgang has seized
Charles. Oh, now the design comes out.-----But I'll balk bis lordship
Chamb. Lack-a-daisy, ma'am, what can we do? There is master, and John Ostler, and Bootcatcher, all gone
a'ter 'em. -There is such an aproar as never Har. If I thought this was your contrivance, sir, 1 would never speak to you again.
Charles. I would sooner die than be guilty of it. This is lord Trinket's doing, I am sure. I knew he had some scheme in agitation, by a letter I intercepted this inorning. (Harriot screams) Ha! here he comes. Nay then, it's plain enough. Don't be frightened, my love! I'll protect you. But now I inust desire
you follow my directions.
Enter LORD TRINKET.